
Jay D. Homnick
My late uncle was admittedly addicted to news, and television programmers could hold him in thrall as long as they…
You know me, I like playing with words. I compose little gags and occasionally sell one to the Reader’s Digest…
Here in Miami we amuse ourselves — please forgive the impertinence — by making jokes about the elderly and their…
Then there’s that classic gag about the hypochondriac. He wakes up one morning clutching his left side, screaming that he…
Jesse Jackson Sr. says you have to be nuts to think he would ever do anything to hinder the Obama…
My father’s father, Aaron Homnick (1893-1969), was a graduate of Columbia University School of Pharmacy who ran a storefront apothecary…
How does that old joke go? The bank manager calls Mister Green breathlessly to inform him of the crisis in…
The verses in Kings I Chapter 11 say that King Solomon, influenced by his wives in his old age, built…
A fascinating literary drama has provided a typical dramatic — and bathetic — backdrop for the end of the Missus…
The other day Rush Hudson Limbaugh IV was discussing the new Scott McClellan book with its attendant inaccuracies, hypocrisies, disloyalties,…